Our Past Poem by Dallas Stevens

'I find no comfort in the shade
Under the branch of the Great Ash.
I remember the mist
of our ancient past.
As I speak to you in the present,
My ancient eyes
see the terrible future.

'Do you not see what I see?
Do you not hear
death approaching?

'The trerrible cry of a million in pain
shall shatter the peace
And shake the foundation of heaven.

'Raise up your shield and sword
And gather your noble company
from your great hall,
And kill all who are in the way,
For you shall go to your destiny.

'No knowledge can save you,
And no magic will save you.
For you will end up in the deepest pits of the underworld,
While heaven and earth will burn
in fire and flames as only we remain.'